Drowned, in a soaking hole, I told you to remember, The code where you're at It's caught in locked accounts, It's locked in poisoned bread, Ignore the things I've said, I was speaking for the dead, Laying in the grass to dry, With cuts all down my arms, Light a little fire, Brendan's got the flood, He's sopping up the mud, Dropping balls of sweat Onto the floor; so wet He's trapped in frozen ice, Breathing through his eyes, A hundred thousand lives, Now he's out for good, He's scavenging bits of food, That stick inside his beard He's everything we feared. Drowned in a soaking hole, I told you to remember, The code where you're at It's caught in locked accounts, It's locked in poisoned bread, Ignore the things I've said, I was speaking for the dead,